From the earth's mysterious depths, the links that chain us speak and scream through my bones. With bodies strewn across the bed, the course to you is perfect and immediate when your hand grasps mine, when I touch your face ...
poem
It will take time to read the glyphs and runes so carefully written along your body,transcribing them can be the key to us reading one another without symbols and wordsWhen you reach out for me in the vast dark,no longer...
I want you to swim through my veins like you're learning them for the very first time,absorbing the pulse and the contained heat that makes me.You would find yourself there,see that you're somewhere within every reflection of me that others...
If you and I become sinking stones, raining through and obliterating all that we made a home, I think I'd rather just burn in the finality of this flight, turn everything to cinders and watch them evaporate one by one....
Sunday
"For someone special"
I close the curtains and put out each lamp, my Sunday morning window's gray with ticking ages, the cool mist of the season nearing. Each cell and promise chilled down to the marrow, turning to ice in me when you...
We've moved through time's dark oceans, unknowable to one another for many years in passing, something resonated in me each time you grazed by, a nameless recognition of being tethered together before, that I'll eventually understand the whispers and clinging ...
You become a universe to me, the axis of a planet and the burning of every ancient hanging star among the infinite absolute black, cradled and steered by gravity, the atmosphere peeling away dead layers, stripping the seasons and exits...
We tie so much of ourselves and memory to sensations whether they're made together or are the surroundings framing you, eyes watching raindrops trickle along the windshield as I drive us home. The stars furiously wheeling above, your hand squeezed...
Your body tells a new story whenever I near you, sometimes your kiss is a brief, beautiful sonnet, carefully chosen words to pull me in, lips chasing one syllable after the next as our silhouettes dissolve, and coalesce into a...